Death Is Powerless

Death is powerless

Death is helpless

Against true love

Like the love from above

Death is like shattered dreams from blue-less skies

Death brings rivers from endless cries

But love conquers all torn hopes

Love moves mountains, love flies

Death is powerless

Death is defenceless

Against a love greater than all

A love stronger than the China Wall

Death creates restless nights for the moaning

Death creates an end for the living

But love makes death unarmed

Death is so frail in the fighting

Death is incapable

Death is disabled

Struggling in every way

True love strikes every night and day

For true love strikes with pride

Stepping in stride

To make death impotent

For true love will always be on the lover’s side

Death is debilitated

Death is incapacitated

There is no shoulder to lean on

Death is weak, not strong

Like wounded men in a battle

Death is vulnerable

As if death’s hands are tied

Death remains feeble

Death is paralysed

Death’s strength dies

Without rhythm

Without rhyme and

As motionless as a stone

Death stays infirm

Upon hands in admiration

Death lingers to groan and moan